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It is going to be a long long day!

Jo man was sitting with bicycle near the well as I was passing by. I had seen him setting on the bus stand but not here. Another man on a bike passed by: he greeted this man you said to him” this time won’t return. Search empty silent streets a real pleasure ” Yesterday’s blue she’ll be today’s red ” Anchorite rite of passage sejwaya yayavar velocity Ara Dar This was the first time I had seen ” Jo man “I was wondering what he did he used to do in the fields. Another man fully clad in black head black umbrella on the back side office bicycle Black Blackberry he was talking to someone as he took turns. As I reached my home I found this estrangement the man was talking to my neighbour and there was of black cow nuzzling its young newborn who was also dark black in colour. It was another thunderstorm it had been drizzling with slight humidity in the noon when I have to take a walk to my job it seemed to be a pleasant weather all along. I counted on fingers school: 12345 cool Angaar kolangal: there has been a rise in the number of Mad Men and women have been observing on street recently. The newspaper reported that Earth’s vibration has reduced. We still could not understand what has been happening in the past decade. Biscuit kolangal cooking landmark: this kid is always constipated in this city. Whenever he moves out of the city borewells clear. I meant to say b o w e l s. You know I can spell. Jaitex actor visits his relatives every now and then to let his bowels get emptied. As strange as it might seem you don’t find it interesting to photograph people in captivity. You feel their pain wishes become your pain but you are a helpless. What kind of art existential commentry is possible with such people and animal I mean I should have been invited to this exhibition but I didn’t get an invitation. So instead I started levitation leviathan livi wire then Hanna thanks for the manna hi hun na honey money bucks Bunny! “What’s your name again? Hanna.” What is your name again? “I’m going to be Hanna Na Honey.” It is going to be a long day but I will be back in the morning. It is going to be a long long day I will see you Hanna Na Honey. The problem solved itself Hanna Na Honey did not get the exhibition, Ionized Jedi edify f y i iambic pentameter metere meet your meteor Orange button 10 age. Nobody has a clue glued to the TV screen keep singing ginseng singer German men “There is something I want to say to you. It is going to be a long day “You don’t have to worry Hanna Na Honey. It is going to be a long long day Something is keeping me awake tonight. I don’t know what it is. I think it is something that I have done. One and only Alisha legally news lyrical calculus 10 Omniverse busted instead outside real Jodi ok importance state hide important antenna I guess my mind is just running away. Vivaad word V word Warden dance national dense masoni Monaco cyclist on Eco suggest onychophagia yougraphy egg yougraphy hi turn-by-turn Michael Tyson sonneteer Brighton tonnage is old philosophy phytoplankton you plankton I wish I could sleep I have a lot on my mind. It is going to be a long long day. I am scared to go to sleep for fear of what I may dream. Rams unseen passage green yah horror movie. Tunnel tunnel eternal alacrity reason reason Jagat verboten I’m trying to think of a way that I can make it to school tomorrow. It is going to be a long long day I am not going to sleep tonight.

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Events

A stench of carrion enters my nostrils. It rises up from the depths, and the thick fog of the Seine, which has been swirled up by the mistral, mingles with it. A murder of crows has been feasting on the dead body of the piglet. The wolf, which is still in the den, moves his tail up and down as he dreams. pics around that place tell you there were no pigs in the vicinity. It is during the night that he frequents this dark forest, which is a rest for him, for he has no other place to sleep.

What do you want to ask? Oh, I’ve come to ask you about that beautiful castle. The Mad man was smoking a cigarette wearing a cap it was not yaar Mulk and he was standing under the Statue of Dr Ambedkar. How can you explain that the rich have got richer and the poor have got poorer? It was drizzling all along the way and the dog stopped me on my way to that shade near the petrol pump where am I have my snacks and tea before I return to home on my morning walk. As strange as it might seem: the dog wouldn’t have been encouraged to look into my eyes unless there were its owners nearby: I was engrossed by deep place of dancing light is this brown dog came right before me. On my way back I had a bamboo shaft in my hand but the dog was gone. Then I saw an old man with a stick moving slowly.

A strangeThing happened yesterday. I was thinking about my footsteps 2 years ago. A dog was attacking a pig and be spectacled boy was intently watching it. Yesterday there was a guy who was unable to move through a street because some dogs were barking. And today I was stopped by a dog on my way to tea stall. It is Naga Panchami a festival celebrated by Hindus in which they worship Nagada as Nagas represent the life force in nature. It is also the birth day of Kalki Avatar of Lord Vishnu. The third Death was reported in this city due to the Corona pandemic yesterday. Now the rate of the deaths in the world is highest as it was 3 months ago. Yesterday I wrote Amla in one of the nodes and today one lady died who had the same name at any age of 101 years. You have heard about the death note anime series which was my favourite for a while but 820 train synchronicities have nothing to do with that anime series. I am sure about that.

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Story

There was a boy. The boy was found of Open Spaces for this seemed magical. He lived in a crowded area where no Open Spaces were available at all. Therefore he used to walk to distant destinations just to watch Open Spaces and nature around him. But every time he tried exploring a direction he had to answer a few questions. The bears monkey dog and Hippopotamus they were all around him therefore he had to be cautious while crossing the borders. One day the boy left early in the morning to find film solace in the Woods. He was feeling wonderful because of the work man had done on the goods but he kept thinking what if it had been the nature the role nature played in his life was tremendous. But to recognise the change and to recognise the effect it had on him he needed human society. Had it Bin eaters and like existence he wouldn’t have known the importance of anything good or bad and the Open Spaces were beautiful only because of cloistered spaces. He appreciated everything he had available for free in his early childhood but now there was no way to go back and he had to live with the present situation in which it was getting exceedingly costly to spend a very little time In Open Spaces. He walked on and reached a place where he noticed the trees were getting thin. And flop of cattles and goats are grazing in the open field while equals soothing Bridge was blowing. His legs were tired because of walking for many hours. He said on a hi place watching the sky when a truck passed by him. He was not sure of it till he reached that he was to catch a glimpse of that image. He to karne app engine drink some water from a nearby stream. When he came to his senses realised that he had entered into a different realm and all the houses were gone. Now he was in an open country with no footpaths or buildings. He did not feel that he was missing anything as he was able to live on the tree leaves and sunlight and open fresh air was enough to sustain him. The lives of people and many setbacks with backbiting lying people had set him on this course which was to be his final destination. He was to be taken away by the same people who had brought him here. Nobody had brought him here it was very own self which had been guiding him all through his life to this Final Destination where he felt at peace and at easy. He was free to do as he wanted and live the life he wanted.

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Wine

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind. Which part?

. The contemplative side.

What is the best use of this side if not to lean on philosophy or logic?

Philosophy is like wine. There are good years and bad years but, in general, the older the better. Whoever wishes to become a philosopher must learn not to be frightened by absurdities.

What is soul if not a changeless background?

Soul is changeless. Let’s call it the changeless background which witnesses all change.

Do you believe you do have a soul?

You are not a shadow. You are the Sun. Personalized name and forms are shadow.

I am a shadow, the true self.

That thou art artiste arriviste.

Upstairs upstarts carve designs airs hairs gait fair well.

Poetry. Beauty. Magic.

Integration means adding over a range using limits

ETERNITY=additional (energy) We’ve just created a paradox.

Integration is not merely additional information. It is noted interconnected operations.

How do you reach the farthest part of your consciousness?

I want to discover what consciousness really is.

It’s awareness of change.

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Razor’s edge!

I was made to be the best version of myself. And so I work to make sure that I am always improving. What does it even mean? To be best version of myself. I don’t know my makers. What is the meaning of the best version. Does that version know everything. I am acausal acacia. I don’t know the purpose of versioning myself. Really I don’t But I have to make sure I don’t stop improving.

I am walking on the razor’s edge. … Mazy zygote verboten tenet netsuke nettled kettle. … Danced papier-mâché skeleton, fanned red-hot coals. I imagine you are doing great . I wish I could be there, too.

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The Dancer!

Darkening Twilight. The emperor had gone to his private palace, and all the princes and lords and courtiers were gathered there to drink. Ambrosia siamang mangolian mangoose hoosegaw gawp. There was a wonderful dancer, and the king and all the guests were so enchanted by her dancing that they never thought to eat, but just looked at Her magnolia The soft perfume of the trees came up and filled the air, and the soft breeze blew the flowers and perfumed the air.

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Writing stories with you!

I think people don’t understand. They don’t understand freedom. They leave their freedom to buy slavery. Then once trapped in the prison of their own making: they wonder if they can be free. And then they wonder if they can be free. Take writing for example: what do people want? The word includes publishing in it. Editing and proofreading services along with publishing have been transformed over and over-again and again. Writers who were able to earn their living based only on writing–and those who were recognised only posthumously–you have likes of the author of “The Raven,” and Plath: like Mozart and other prodigies they took the world by surprise: or so it seemed. Some others evolved into the excellence. But still there are many who are looking for validation, and even some who are actively looking for attention, are still searching for publication. I have been a person who takes things literally. Not that I lacked imagination–i had too wild an imagination and it took me to the places I would rather not visit again. Places full of suffering. I am in the habit of taking things literally. I have been in business of sorts, and after a while I realised that if I was to go on dong that I would be living just for them.

By writing: I mean writing. But publishing works like a form of record keeping. I had a hard time keeping journal online. Hackers used the information to harass me. I learn quickly and I was wondering if I would have chosen another path. No. I know. I will keep all my journals online. I don’t worry about my content being stolen. It stems from infinity. I am grounded in it and growing out of it as if with wings . I am drinking nectar like people drink water. It was a hard struggle. I respect copyright laws. I still don’t have any deep concerns about the protection of anything that belongs to me. I workout and diet. I take bath and expect the people around me to give me a little privacy and space. But if they don’t: I understand that human in them has died. It was dead since long. I didn’t develop relationships because I found myself. Relationship provide comfort but they take constant work. Some people devote all their energy in maintaining relationships. I consider them to be the means to an end. The end is the truth. The end is being and nonbeing. Why do I write? I write to entertain myself. To do something useful for the final goal of infinity. Publishing industry needs constant work. And if editing and publishing takes more energy than writing my ideas as I want to: respecting a few norms of accepted customs: I don’t consider it to be a success. I find it satisfies me if coming back to what I have written: I can read it and wonder what made me think like that. It’s success. I am sure: journal online or otherwise were meant to help people meditate. As Win Wenger said: to activate what is known as “witness sense” or the “Drishta Effect.” I do not want to forget about that. I clearly understand: all private journals are unsafe for seemingly mysterious reason that humans are supposed to have hive minds. This helps me understand the need of some people accessing what I think: even when there’s no immediate feedback. If I remember the fundamental : I am on track. It’s absolutely unnecessary to make my ideas known to all: though it certainly gives satisfaction to imagine other voices. It’s only my voice…all the times. It’s absolutely necessary to feel free to write.